Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There's this... There's this guy, this creature.

- Jonathan! - Dad!

It's that moment just as I bust through the interdimensional vortex.

...I don't mean to pressure you. I'm sorry.

Jimmy, I have it on good authority that she's not exactly herself today.

Lois is learning how to just relax and enjoy the holidays.

- Bedford Street Children's Home's on fire. - Hurry.

It's gonna be a great Christmas.

I can't say it forward.

I can't do it anymore, Jonathan. I can't constantly reassure you.

World conquest. Tall order.

- The bank covers us. We're fine, son. - Okay.

...the first honeymoon was worse because he showed up for that one.

...but right this second...

I know, I know. As far as I can tell...

So have they, and so have you.

- But I'm sure it's a loop. - A loop.

Hey, Mom, Dad...

It's just the way you look at it, that's all. You view Christmas like it's a chore.

He's moving northeast and fast.

Not this year. But I'm looking forward to Christmas dinner at your house tomorrow.

I can only think of one other person that works on Christmas Eve.

She didn't look like that earlier.

We lose our farm, our home.

Well, that's the holidays for you. Repetitive, hollow.

- Why? - To get rid of hope.

Oh, I understand.

Your gratitude is enough.

Don't say a word. I don't want to talk about it.

I wish he were here.

If only there were more like him.

Then you know that I'm a multi-billionaire. I own this high-rise.

And each time it does, the people out there lose a little more hope.

It's not exactly Pulitzer material.

Since the games were beginning...

Your mother... Your mother's giving up on us.

- The time loop. - Time loop?

...and the railing must have just given way.

I mean, this whole second honeymoon was his idea.